<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324651324941717572</id><updated>2011-07-09T16:37:47.015-05:00</updated><category term='puppy'/><category term='lazy day'/><category term='walks'/><category term='Pooh Bear'/><category term='Pekingese'/><category term='dad'/><category term='Sheltie'/><category term='escape'/><category term='food'/><category term='water bowl'/><category term='barking'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='fence line'/><category term='grooming'/><category term='digging holes'/><category term='hot'/><category term='cats'/><category term='cat'/><category term='Pooh'/><category term='dog treat'/><category term='dog'/><title type='text'>Jake, Pooh Bear and the Cats</title><subtitle type='html'>Our Life stories and funnies</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blondie Writes - Pamela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13484659725498116090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/SBDjQKPTKvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oc3Vru95Xao/S220/resizedog+cat+sil.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324651324941717572.post-863505538360640345</id><published>2007-09-26T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T23:29:42.577-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheltie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pekingese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digging holes'/><title type='text'>Jake is taking all my time lately</title><content type='html'>I have had dogs all my life and write articles about dogs, but this litle guy is killing me. I have an eight year old Pekingese and now I have little Jake who is 12 months old and a Pekingese/Shih Tzu. Now Pooh Bear, she stays in the yard and walks without a leash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake is taken to digging holes and escaping. I cannot have heart failure anymore this week or this lifetime. I cannot stop him. He will not listen to nothing, even though he hates to be called a bad boy. He gets so lovely with mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His other problem is the people next door have a 6 month old Sheltie. When they are out together, they run the fence line together, but after awhile we have horrible growling and barking from my guy not the Sheltie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop this behavior and real soon. I love him, he is priceless, I saved him from a horrible home when he was four months old. He is great in the house and on his walks, he loves to take walks. In fact when he escapes, he takes the same way we do on our walk. You could say he takes himself for a walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a huge fenced in yard just so I do not have to chain my dogs or dog. Pooh Bear, I can leave the gate open and she never leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Jake is not nuetered yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No he has not gone to puppy class, I have always trained my gogs, but I have always had females, no males. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wood fence, the neighbors side is one like a board on the side a board on our side and so one, not a picket type in other words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to sit on the deck and look out over the yard, but spends most of his time in the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He once got over there when Reggie (sheltie) was out and they ran and played great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has another dog Pooh Bear and they chase and play, plus he has three cats he palys with in the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go for walks he does not bark or anything at other dogs. When he is in the house and other dogs walk by he goes nuts as well. But on walks he is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324651324941717572-863505538360640345?l=dogandcattales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/feeds/863505538360640345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324651324941717572&amp;postID=863505538360640345' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/863505538360640345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/863505538360640345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/2007/09/jake-is-taking-all-my-time-lately.html' title='Jake is taking all my time lately'/><author><name>Blondie Writes - Pamela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13484659725498116090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/SBDjQKPTKvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oc3Vru95Xao/S220/resizedog+cat+sil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324651324941717572.post-3614569786972297686</id><published>2007-08-20T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T12:18:16.872-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog treat'/><title type='text'>We Are Bad And We Know It</title><content type='html'>Well for me, Jake, it has been a few hard days. Wednesday I escaped out the front door when Jason came over to do his wash and eat supper. I guess he did not come in fast enough, so I thought this was my perfect time. Away I went with dad in tow. Mom yelling “Jake want a dog treat” and Jason standing there. I went all the way down the block and while peeing on every tree. When I go to the corner, dad squatted down and asked if I wanted a dog treat, so I ran to him. He is lucky I like my treats, because I was getting ready to cross the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbor dog and me are making mom mad, I keep barking at him through the fence. By the way, I found another hole and went to visit again. Dad is getting so mad at me. Mom said the yard is starting to look like crap, because there are blocks of wood and stakes everywhere, not to mention anything else they can find to block me. Mom was trying to work and I am making her life hell she says. She is just mad because she has move a little to catch me. I am really fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am Pooh Bear and I like my dog treats. When mom says dog treat, I going running. We only get one in the morning, in the afternoon and one at bed. I bark at the fence too, but when mom says Pooh Bear you want a newspaper, I go running into the house. She isn’t going to spank me ever. I don’t think mom likes barking dogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am Lexie, and I have been a good cat. Mom says I haven’t gotten outside to do naughty things. That is good she said. Well I am Jasmine and I am still a good cat. I am mom’s baby she says. I just cuddle and sleep. Well I am Bella and I am still the biggest and fattest cat in the house. I like to help mom scoop the litter box every night before bed. I get in there and make sure everything is gone and then I go to the bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324651324941717572-3614569786972297686?l=dogandcattales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/feeds/3614569786972297686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324651324941717572&amp;postID=3614569786972297686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/3614569786972297686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/3614569786972297686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-are-bad-and-we-know-it.html' title='We Are Bad And We Know It'/><author><name>Blondie Writes - Pamela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13484659725498116090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/SBDjQKPTKvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oc3Vru95Xao/S220/resizedog+cat+sil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324651324941717572.post-1035849886037499310</id><published>2007-08-13T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:22:15.939-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pooh Bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>The Great Escape Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/RsETFsiy7eI/AAAAAAAAACs/INy7tDepCuE/s1600-h/Pooh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/RsETFsiy7eI/AAAAAAAAACs/INy7tDepCuE/s200/Pooh.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098377241737489890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was so busy yesterday, she forgot about us. She didn’t even post our blog. Jake here. I found another way to get into the neighbors yard and play with the new dog. Boy was dad mad. Our yard is starting to look real crappy now because there are logs, stakes and flower pots blocking my escape ways under the fence. The neighbor guy told my dad we should but in a doggie gate in the fence. Dad said, well if you want him to come over and play, just move the block that they put on their side. They think it’s funny. Mom doesn’t think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooh Bear here. We had a fire Sunday night. It was fun. I like laying in moms lounge chair with the cushion. I watch the fire and chase the ants that run away. Jake sits in the big chairs. I prefer cushion. Jake and I did play for a while after dark, but then it was time to go in and go to bed. I slept on the floor. I have been having a problem with getting sick. Mom doesn’t know why, so I slept on the floor and Jake sleepy next to dad and Bella, that big cat slept next to mom all night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella here. I slept next to mom all night and she woke up with a backache because she could not move. I get right up close to her. I need to be touching her to sleep. Monday was the same old thing. Us cats do not know why we have to stay in the house when there is a fire, but Lexie is really the only one that has a fit. Mom could not get in the house for a while. I jumped all the way up on the screen again so close to the glass door, that mom could not open the screen door. She gets so mad when I do that because I weigh a lot. She is happy she has a good material for the screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the other cats, Lexie and Jasmine, they lay around and do nothing but sleep lately. I guess they are too hot. Lexie wanted to go outside though. We are getting mad at that neighbor cat coming over and antagonizing us all the time. We do not want it here, it thinks it owns the place, the way it sits on our porch. Well enough for now, back to the couch for some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324651324941717572-1035849886037499310?l=dogandcattales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/feeds/1035849886037499310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324651324941717572&amp;postID=1035849886037499310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/1035849886037499310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/1035849886037499310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/2007/08/great-escape-again.html' title='The Great Escape Again'/><author><name>Blondie Writes - Pamela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13484659725498116090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/SBDjQKPTKvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oc3Vru95Xao/S220/resizedog+cat+sil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/RsETFsiy7eI/AAAAAAAAACs/INy7tDepCuE/s72-c/Pooh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324651324941717572.post-3441365782908299895</id><published>2007-08-12T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T10:32:45.464-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fence line'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barking'/><title type='text'>Pooh Bear And Jake With The Cats</title><content type='html'>We had company on Friday. Our mom’s friend came over and we were so excited. He did not want to pet us, but when he left, he did say “By Dogs”. Mom tells me, Jake, that I need to settle down and leave people alone if they do not want to pet me. I think everyone should pet me. All of us where good all day, mom said we were angels. I think we should have more treats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was another day. The people next door have a seventeen-week-old Sheltie. I, Jake love to run the fence line barking at this puppy. I found a small hole in the fence, that mom looked at Friday night and said I was to big to get through there, but guess what, Saturday morning, dad let me out and I got through. Nobody knows how I did it, but now they call me a rat. I just wanted to pay with that puppy. We ran around and chased each other until dad came running over to get me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they had a party, the puppy was outside all day and every time I got out, I ran the fence line with the puppy barking up a storm. Mom was so mad and so was the man next door. He doesn’t want his dog to bark. Mom told me I am bad and she spanked me on the butt. I still wouldn’t stop, so she picked me once she caught me and took me in the house. I can run faster than she can, so everyone was laughing at her and then she got really mad. Don’t ever laugh at my mom when your are making a fool out of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom said the cats were perfect angels. They make me look bad. Pooh Bear is sweet also, everybody makes me look like the devil mom says. Well maybe except for Lexie, when she accidentally gets out of the house and brings home presents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324651324941717572-3441365782908299895?l=dogandcattales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/feeds/3441365782908299895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324651324941717572&amp;postID=3441365782908299895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/3441365782908299895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/3441365782908299895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/2007/08/pooh-bear-and-jake-with-cats.html' title='Pooh Bear And Jake With The Cats'/><author><name>Blondie Writes - Pamela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13484659725498116090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/SBDjQKPTKvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oc3Vru95Xao/S220/resizedog+cat+sil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324651324941717572.post-5246961976165982016</id><published>2007-08-10T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:22:16.108-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pooh Bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Jake Fell Out Of Bed Horsing Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/RrzIHsiy7dI/AAAAAAAAACk/zmrb7PT4Dfk/s1600-h/jake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/RrzIHsiy7dI/AAAAAAAAACk/zmrb7PT4Dfk/s200/jake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097168912818302418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only one going to talk today. My mom said I had a bad day yesterday. She is absolutely right. My mom put me outside because I kept begging and then she when and took a shower. I was a little scared, no one was letting me in the house. She takes long showers, I tell you. Then I came in and mom started cleaning the living room. She put a new couch cover on the couch, it look pretty. Well I was biting at the cover and she yelled me to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darn bone was under the cover and I anted it now. I kept doing it until she came over and sat down on it to stop me from biting the cover. She was shocked when she felt something hard. She got it out for me and said she was sorry for yelling at me. She gave me a kiss so I kissed her back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I wanted to eat and Pooh Bear was hogging the food dish again. She would not let me eat. I went by my mom and sat up pretty as I always do until she got the hint. She gave me a handful of my own food. Pooh tried to take it, but mom said “No Pooh Bear, that’s Jakes food.” I won again. I am a little stinker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it time for bed. I was horsing around with Pooh Bear and I rolled over and right on the floor. It would be okay if my mom had a normal sized bed, but she has a Captain’s Pedestal, its real high. It was a long way down for me. I am just a little guy you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all it was a bad Jake day. Can’t wait to see what happens tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324651324941717572-5246961976165982016?l=dogandcattales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/feeds/5246961976165982016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324651324941717572&amp;postID=5246961976165982016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/5246961976165982016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/5246961976165982016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/2007/08/jake-fell-out-of-bed-horsing-around.html' title='Jake Fell Out Of Bed Horsing Around'/><author><name>Blondie Writes - Pamela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13484659725498116090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/SBDjQKPTKvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oc3Vru95Xao/S220/resizedog+cat+sil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/RrzIHsiy7dI/AAAAAAAAACk/zmrb7PT4Dfk/s72-c/jake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324651324941717572.post-15066720575669094</id><published>2007-08-09T06:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:22:16.232-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pooh Bear'/><title type='text'>Jake, Pooh Bear And The Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/Rrr33siy7bI/AAAAAAAAACU/zuMLsLRBocc/s1600-h/Pam+and+Jake+4-6-07+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/Rrr33siy7bI/AAAAAAAAACU/zuMLsLRBocc/s200/Pam+and+Jake+4-6-07+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096658464545107378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are back and we are bad. Well at least that is what our mom says. She had a bad day yesterday. Jake here, I kept asking to go outside and all I did was sit on the deck and look out over the yard. I kept it up all morning and finally mom said, “No more, I am not getting any work done”. Well about fifteen minutes later, I asked to go out again and she said, “Go lay down and look out the window”. I really had to go so I went and pooped in the dining room. I guess I should only ask to go out when I have to go. She was so mad at me, she told me I was a naughty boy and ran up and gave her kisses so she would forgive me. I do that all the time when she calls me a naughty boy and then she loves me so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Bella the big cat. Jason came over tonight and I love him. He lets me jump into his lap and lay on my back while he rubs my tummy. He used to try to play with Jasmine, but after a couple pets, she would bite him. Lexie does not like him either. They do not like anybody. They only like mom and dad. I play with them, but they run away to fast, Jake stays and takes it for a few minutes. I beat him up again last night and he ran and hid behind mom again. What a baby he is, he thinks he is so tough. He can dish it out, but he cannot take it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooh Bear here. I was feeling a bit sluggish today again. I think it is just the heat and because mom has the air-conditioning on all the time. I went and laid in the kitchen for a long time. I will probably feel better when the humidity goes down. My nose is so small I breathe funny when it is hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexie and Jasmine here. We just laid around upstairs were it is warm. We do not like that air-conditioning mom has going. Jasmine did manage to chase Jake a couple times, but he is to much of a chicken. I slept next to him last night, he likes me in bed, but he does not like Bella and Jasmine in bed by mom. Bella snuck in bed with mom and she whispered to Bella, so Jake did not know that Bella was there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324651324941717572-15066720575669094?l=dogandcattales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/feeds/15066720575669094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324651324941717572&amp;postID=15066720575669094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/15066720575669094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/15066720575669094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/2007/08/jake-pooh-bear-and-cats.html' title='Jake, Pooh Bear And The Cats'/><author><name>Blondie Writes - Pamela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13484659725498116090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/SBDjQKPTKvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oc3Vru95Xao/S220/resizedog+cat+sil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/Rrr33siy7bI/AAAAAAAAACU/zuMLsLRBocc/s72-c/Pam+and+Jake+4-6-07+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324651324941717572.post-4423847531082237489</id><published>2007-08-08T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T11:48:44.518-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pooh Bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pooh'/><title type='text'>We’re Back From A One Day Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Well Pooh Bear here, I was sick on Monday. I didn’t want to go outside, I didn’t eat or drink water. I just laid around all day until bedtime, I started feeling better. Mom said time for bed and that means a treat, so I ran out of house, ran around the yard a little, and back in the house for my treat. I felt so much better mom said. Tuesday was a boring day, Jake and I ran and played in the house, and then we went outside and horsed around. I jumped on my mom and laid on her so she could not get any work done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Jake, I played with Bella today and dragged him around the house. He kept batting me in the head so I had to protect myself. I found a new place to play in the yard and mom doesn’t like it. I play with something in the woodpile. Mom wants to know what is so important, but I am not telling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexie, Bella and Jasmine here now. We just laid around a lot, but Jake and Bella played together. They play rough and then Jake wants play like that with me, Jasmine, so I spit at him and hit in the head with my paws. I don’t use my claws, but sometimes I would like to. Lexie here, I was chasing a bug around the living room and then it flew on the bay window. It was so funny, Pooh Bear was trying to climb the glass to get the bug that was moving higher and higher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom caught it and threw it outside. She was laughing at Pooh. The neighbor’s cat walked by the window again and the two dogs went nuts, barking and growling. They don’t like that cat, it comes on our porch and climbs into the edge of the bay window and taunts us. I, Lexie spit and hiss and it does the same thing through the window and the dogs go nuts barking. Mom gets so mad when it does that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake here again, that cat came in the backyard a couple weeks ago and attacked me. Mom was screaming, I was barking and Pooh just sat there and watched. It’s a mean cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324651324941717572-4423847531082237489?l=dogandcattales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/feeds/4423847531082237489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324651324941717572&amp;postID=4423847531082237489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/4423847531082237489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/4423847531082237489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/2007/08/were-back-from-one-day-hiatus.html' title='We’re Back From A One Day Hiatus'/><author><name>Blondie Writes - Pamela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13484659725498116090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/SBDjQKPTKvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oc3Vru95Xao/S220/resizedog+cat+sil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324651324941717572.post-8592248888665184473</id><published>2007-08-06T18:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:22:33.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Was A Weird Day</title><content type='html'>Pooh Bear here. I was not feeling very ambitious. I think the heat is getting to me and Jake won’t leave me alone. He wants to play al the time and he aggravates me until I have to bite him so he will stop. We went outside quite a bit and harassed the neighbor’s puppy. Other than that, we didn’t do much. Remember when I told you mom was going on a diet? Well we had to take a walk tonight. Dad had to go with us, he got to hang onto my leash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Jake and I love to take a walk with my mom. I want to keep going once we get home. I claw at the front door to get out and go farther. Pooh likes it, she just doesn’t want to admit it. We have fun, people come out and say “Oh how cute they are”. Mom just smiles and then she makes us stop to talk. I keep pulling her to get going. She talks a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three cats here. All three of us got into the back hall and mom got mad, she doe not want us out there. Dad opened the door, so we took off. He got yelled at for letting us out there because we would not come back inside. Not much else happened except dad made popcorn and we do not like it. He could of made a snack that we like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324651324941717572-8592248888665184473?l=dogandcattales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/feeds/8592248888665184473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324651324941717572&amp;postID=8592248888665184473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/8592248888665184473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/8592248888665184473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/2007/08/sunday-was-weird-day.html' title='Sunday Was A Weird Day'/><author><name>Blondie Writes - Pamela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13484659725498116090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/SBDjQKPTKvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oc3Vru95Xao/S220/resizedog+cat+sil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324651324941717572.post-1217025870875748833</id><published>2007-08-05T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:22:16.351-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grooming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barking'/><title type='text'>Saturday Was A Fun Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/RrX5U8iy7aI/AAAAAAAAACM/_Cg8TtpnI5M/s1600-h/Copy+(2)+of+Abbey+Graduation+2007_084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/RrX5U8iy7aI/AAAAAAAAACM/_Cg8TtpnI5M/s200/Copy+(2)+of+Abbey+Graduation+2007_084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095252691684355490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the neighbors might have a new puppy, it is hard to say since there are always dogs over there. This one seems to be hanging around a lot so I, Jake think I am going to another dog to bark and growl at through the fence. I get yelled at when I do this, but I keep barking. Dad came out to get me and I was running away from him, I ran up and down the fence line barking, he was chasing me and getting mad. Once he caught me, it wasn’t any fun. He said I was a bad boy. Mom was laughing when dad was explaining the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Jasmine. I had a rough day, I jumped at something on the curtain and missed whatever it was, but I brought down the curtain. Mom was streaming. She said we must be trying to pay her back for leaving us the day before. I made up to her by cuddling and purring so loud, now she is happy with me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone, this is Bella. My mom used to buy us really good smelling litter and dad bought home a different one two weeks ago and mom and I don’t like it. I am use to helping mom scoop the box every night before bed, but it sure does sink now. Mom keeps telling dad to scoop it or go to the store and buy the right stuff. As soon as they buy the right stuff, I will again help mom scoop the box and then lay down in it to get all sweet smelling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Pooh Bear. I had to have my nails clipped yesterday. Dad tries to be gentle, but I still fight him all the way. At least I didn’t need any hair cutting today, I am trying to be a lady and not roll around and twist my hair into mats. Now I am groomed and pretty. I don’t know why I am the only one that has to have this done. What about that dumb Jake, he never has to have a haircut or nail clippings. Mom says he runs to fast and his nails wear down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexie here, I am still being quiet. I don’t want to bring up memories of my latest escape. I think mom is starting to get over it now. I laid on dads lap and Jake put his head on my back and when to sleep. I let him, because mom said it looked so cute. I am getting back into her good graces again. Well tomorrow is always another day. See you then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324651324941717572-1217025870875748833?l=dogandcattales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/feeds/1217025870875748833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324651324941717572&amp;postID=1217025870875748833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/1217025870875748833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/1217025870875748833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/2007/08/saturday-was-fun-day.html' title='Saturday Was A Fun Day'/><author><name>Blondie Writes - Pamela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13484659725498116090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/SBDjQKPTKvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oc3Vru95Xao/S220/resizedog+cat+sil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/RrX5U8iy7aI/AAAAAAAAACM/_Cg8TtpnI5M/s72-c/Copy+(2)+of+Abbey+Graduation+2007_084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324651324941717572.post-8232107603949191126</id><published>2007-08-04T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T18:55:31.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Did Mom Have A Bad Day</title><content type='html'>This Jake, I will probably be the only one talking today since we didn’t do much. Mom went to a wedding and we slept in bed all afternoon and night. One thing I can tell you is that Lexie is in the doghouse and me too. Remember Lexie got outside, well she brought home two dead mousse. One in the driveway and one on the door step in the back yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one in the driveway, mom flicked out of the way with a stick, but me being a little naïve, pick up the other mouse in my mouth a little to hard and it wasn’t pretty. I dropped it at mom’s feet once I ran into the house. Mom was horrified and I was going to get that “you’re a naughty boy Jake” speech. After she picked up and got a little sick, mom had a headache. It was sure time to cuddle and make pretty until she left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well make tomorrow will be more eventful without mom getting mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324651324941717572-8232107603949191126?l=dogandcattales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/feeds/8232107603949191126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324651324941717572&amp;postID=8232107603949191126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/8232107603949191126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/8232107603949191126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/2007/08/boy-did-mom-have-bad-day.html' title='Boy Did Mom Have A Bad Day'/><author><name>Blondie Writes - Pamela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13484659725498116090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/SBDjQKPTKvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oc3Vru95Xao/S220/resizedog+cat+sil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324651324941717572.post-1956592709094171000</id><published>2007-08-03T06:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:22:16.566-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy day'/><title type='text'>Another Hot Dog Day Around Our House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/RrMQTsiy7YI/AAAAAAAAAB8/m8k5p4UvCBY/s1600-h/Lexie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/RrMQTsiy7YI/AAAAAAAAAB8/m8k5p4UvCBY/s200/Lexie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094433534046825858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you might know, we had another hot day. This has to stop because we all just lay around doing nothing. Pooh Bear and me (Jake) slept the entire morning away. We did not even bark at the mailman. Mom thinks we might be sick since we have been so quite for a couple days now. She does not realize we are hot and just want to lay around in the air-conditioning just as she does. She did not even clean the house yesterday, she said the rest of the house was unbearable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the biggest of them all, so I more problems with the heat. I am Bella and you can see from my picture, I am a big cat. I laid in the hot dining room again on the chair. Every now and then, I would pant. Mom thinks I look funny when I do it because I am the only cat that she ever had that pants like a dog. You know where I learned from then right, the dog. She has not figured that out yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Lexie, I had fun yesterday, mom forgot to check the basement door and I found the weed eater string. I had so much fun, but mom was not happy. I tangled it up, it tied in knots, and now I am the bad cat. She should yell at dad for forgetting to lock it and herself for not checking the lock. See they have lock doors around me, because I learned how to open doors. If I cannot stand on something to open the door, I jump up at the handle, wrap my paws around it, and turn. It works every time. I am the oldest and the smartest.  Everyone is a comic in this nut house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am Jasmine the pretty one, I was a good girl all day. I slept upstairs and did not mind the heat. It was hot, but I have my own special place to keep cool. I sleep in my mom’s dresser drawer. I take everything out and throw it on the floor and then I crawl in and go to sleep. Nice and comfy and no one can find me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jake again for a quick update, I let that darn cat Lexie outside again. Bella and I were fighting by the patio door screen and all of a sudden the screen opened up. Lexie is out, Bella was out to, but she comes back real quick. I wonder what Lexie will bring mom home tomorrow. Mom is already yelling and complaining. Lexie is not suppose to get out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324651324941717572-1956592709094171000?l=dogandcattales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/feeds/1956592709094171000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324651324941717572&amp;postID=1956592709094171000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/1956592709094171000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/1956592709094171000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-hot-dog-day-around-our-house.html' title='Another Hot Dog Day Around Our House'/><author><name>Blondie Writes - Pamela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13484659725498116090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/SBDjQKPTKvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oc3Vru95Xao/S220/resizedog+cat+sil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/RrMQTsiy7YI/AAAAAAAAAB8/m8k5p4UvCBY/s72-c/Lexie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324651324941717572.post-6785807872126081509</id><published>2007-08-02T09:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:22:16.654-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water bowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Excitement Yesterday Around The House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/RrHrmMiy7XI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dczBleABEKs/s1600-h/Jasmine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094111694967467378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/RrHrmMiy7XI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dczBleABEKs/s200/Jasmine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think mom was a little mad at me (Jake) last night right before bed. You know, mom put a throw rug under the water dish because Jasmine used to throw water all over the kitchen floor. Well I don’t know what got into to me, but about 10:00pm last night, I grabbed that rug and dragged it over to the doorway to the dining room. I was trying for the dining room but it wouldn’t go any farther, so I left it in the doorway. How was I to know that mom would go walking in there in the dark and trip over the bowl of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a mess. She screamed, fell down and there was water everywhere. We all ran to her to make sure she was all right, but she yelled at dad because she thought he did it. He didn’t and he told mom it must have been me. He saw me try it one other time and made me stop. Oh well, she is okay, but she sure was fuming laying there on the floor all wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake and I played before bed. We ran around chasing each other all over the house, mom was laughing then, we made her feel better. By the way I am Pooh Bear, mom was so mad at Jake we had to do something. Jasmine is getting her picture put on here today. She thinks she is special. I went to bed last night and there she was sitting on top of mom getting petted. She gets everything she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Jasmine and I am special. Last night on the couch, mom was ignoring me and not petting me so I bite her in the arm. That got her attention very quick, she started petting me and then I was happy. It was to hot for much of anything yesterday, all us cats just lay around trying to stay cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexie and Bella here. We played with Jake last night and ganged up on him. He squeals like a pig when we both get him. Mom just laughs because he starts everything and when the tables are turned and he gets beat up, he runs to mom and hides by her. What a baby he is, he can dish it out, but he cannot take it. Tomorrow mom says we might let a little cat nip. It has been a long time since she gave us any of that stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324651324941717572-6785807872126081509?l=dogandcattales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/feeds/6785807872126081509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324651324941717572&amp;postID=6785807872126081509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/6785807872126081509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/6785807872126081509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/2007/08/excitement-yesterday-around-house.html' title='Excitement Yesterday Around The House'/><author><name>Blondie Writes - Pamela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13484659725498116090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/SBDjQKPTKvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oc3Vru95Xao/S220/resizedog+cat+sil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/RrHrmMiy7XI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dczBleABEKs/s72-c/Jasmine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324651324941717572.post-3471789881769138948</id><published>2007-08-01T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:22:16.869-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><title type='text'>Yesterday Was Lazy Day For A While</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/RrCNyMiy7WI/AAAAAAAAABs/eN2WJ415nCY/s1600-h/Apr5+to+May+12+2007_019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093727072056175970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/RrCNyMiy7WI/AAAAAAAAABs/eN2WJ415nCY/s200/Apr5+to+May+12+2007_019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here we are back again today. Jake here, I seem to be the one with more to say today, since everyone else pretty much slept all day yesterday. I slept a little, then chewed on my bones and hung around outside for a while. Mom was looking at jobs, so she didn’t do much but sit around on that dump computer. Pooh and I did get our morning potato chip for a treat though. Mom forgot to buy dog bones again. It was another hot one. However, I tried to keep busy. I got scolded once by mom, I got sick of my bone and started chewing on the couch cover, right in front of her. Therefore, I went back to my bone. Mom is posting a picture of me and Pooh Bear today. Aren't we cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella here. I scared everyone in the house today. I knocked over the vacuum cleaner in the kitchen and it made a big bang. The dogs and mom came running, but all us cats scattered. She could not find any of us. She was looking everywhere, it was so funny, we were hiding. Someone punched out the corner of the kitchen screen again, mom thinks she knows who it is, it was Lexie. She was trying escape, but the window isn’t open far enough. At night, I went into the living room by my mom and Jake grabbed me and starting chewing on my ear again. I let him for a while and then let him have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine here. I slept all day, it was to hot to do anything else. Ever since mom put the water dish on a throw carpet, I cannot scoop the water out onto the floor. Mom would walk into the kitchen, it would be all wet, and the water was everywhere. I love playing in the water bowl. That way that dumb Jake will not have any to drink. That is all I have to say. I was pouting yesterday, no water to cool me off. I got fifteen minutes with my mom in bed before that stupid dog Jake came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Lexie, yeah, I tried to escape out the kitchen window, but I couldn’t get out because mom won’t open the window any farther than my body size. She is not being nice. It has been one week since I escaped, I am due for at night out with the boys. I don’t like all these new neighbor cats coming around here, I have no claws and I am to old to be fighting. Mom says I could get seriously hurt. No me, I am superior and I chase them. I only got tackled once and screamed bloody murder and woke my mom. She came running down the stairs to the front door and found a big black cat beating me up. She was mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooh Bear here. Did you ever wish the other dog would leave? Well yesterday, dad came home and Jake wanted to hog him all to himself. I was so mad that I bit him hard. Dad didn’t yell, but my mom did, she told me to knock it off. Mom wanted Jake and I to go for a walk with her last night, she is on a diet again supposedly and every time she talks like that, we have to walk. I do not understand because we are not fat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324651324941717572-3471789881769138948?l=dogandcattales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/feeds/3471789881769138948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324651324941717572&amp;postID=3471789881769138948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/3471789881769138948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/3471789881769138948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/2007/08/yesterday-was-lazy-day-for-while.html' title='Yesterday Was Lazy Day For A While'/><author><name>Blondie Writes - Pamela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13484659725498116090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/SBDjQKPTKvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oc3Vru95Xao/S220/resizedog+cat+sil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/RrCNyMiy7WI/AAAAAAAAABs/eN2WJ415nCY/s72-c/Apr5+to+May+12+2007_019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324651324941717572.post-340314210934092674</id><published>2007-07-31T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:22:17.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Day, It Was Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/Rq8r28iy7VI/AAAAAAAAABk/8BZw28KFsgE/s1600-h/Copy+(3)+of+Abbey+Graduation+2007_081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093337926544321874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/Rq8r28iy7VI/AAAAAAAAABk/8BZw28KFsgE/s200/Copy+(3)+of+Abbey+Graduation+2007_081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was unuasally quiet around our house. The temperater got up to 90 degrees, so we all kinda laid around the house sleeping in the air-conditioned living room. This is Jake talking, I was outside and I was laying on the deck sleeping and mom made me come in the house, she said it was to hot for me to sleep outside. So I slept in my window all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella here, it was so hot and since I am a bit bigger than everyone else, I was laying in the kitchen panting. I was so hot, but I didn't want to go into the living room because that dog Jake chases me and then I have to jump on him, it was just to hot for games. I didn't even go to bed with mom last night, I was just worn out. By the way, that is a picture of me relaxing in the living room one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pooh Bear here. It sure was hot, me and Jake only barked at the mailman and when dad came home. It was to hot to worry about all the dogs walking by the house. Bedtime is the best, mom said time for bed and out the door Jake and I went. It is dark out, so mom doesn't know we just sit on the deck for a few minutes and then ask to come in, we just want the bedtime treat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jasmine here. I was in bed with mom until dad came to bed with that stupid dog Jake. He started barking at me and I just had enough and ran into the computer room to sleep. At least I got twenty minutes with my mom. The thing that made me mad was after he chased me out of bed, that dumb dog jumped off the bed and slept in the chair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lexie here. It was a hot day. We just didn't do anything exciting today. I get to sleep in bed at night, for some reason Jake leaves me alone and yets me sleep in bed. Probably because I do not need any cuddling or petting. I just lay between my dads legs and sleep. Mom kicked me in the head again last night when she rolled over, sometimes I think she does it because she doesn't want me to bring her home presents anymore when I sneak out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324651324941717572-340314210934092674?l=dogandcattales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/feeds/340314210934092674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324651324941717572&amp;postID=340314210934092674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/340314210934092674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/340314210934092674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/2007/07/boring-day-it-was-hot.html' title='Boring Day, It Was Hot'/><author><name>Blondie Writes - Pamela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13484659725498116090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/SBDjQKPTKvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oc3Vru95Xao/S220/resizedog+cat+sil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/Rq8r28iy7VI/AAAAAAAAABk/8BZw28KFsgE/s72-c/Copy+(3)+of+Abbey+Graduation+2007_081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324651324941717572.post-1047612471187422706</id><published>2007-07-30T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:18:51.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jake, Pooh Bear, Lexie, Bella and Jasmine</title><content type='html'>Let us introduce ourselves. We are Jake, Pooh Bear, Jasmine, Lexie and Bella. We live in a house with our mom and dad. We think we own the house since mom keeps saying she has to pay the mortgage so we have a place to live. It has plenty of room for all of us. The downstairs and the upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Jake, I am a Pekinese/Shih-Tzu mix. I was born September 21, 2006, so I am still a puppy. I am the boy dog. I am a little terror when I want to be, because mom says I am adordable. She is going to put my picture on here also. Once you see me, you won't be able to stay away from me. I am the cute one. I have a cute way of running, mom says I hop like a bunny, well my legs are so small, I need some way to get some height around this house. Our cat bella is bigger than me, and weights more than me. I don't bend my legs, I just hop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Pooh Bear, I am a Pekinese. I am 8 years old and my mom and dad love me so much. They got me from my mom's ex-husband's girlfriend who was my first mom. She didn't have time for me, so my new mom took me and I never pee in the house anymore. Only one time when mom and dad were gone and Gupie (Amanda) the big girl was suppose to let me out. I think she forgot. I just could not hold it anymore. I am a beautiful little girl. I am the boss of the other dog Jake, I am bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Bella. I am one year old in May 2007. I was born to a sister and brother because they forgot to get them fixed. I am moms sweetie. I weigh 22 pounds and can beat up on the dog Jake. I jump on top of him and ground him. My name is Bella because I was a female when mom picked me out. I have a pink nose and black lips. When I was three months old I became a male, mom saids I was a late bloomer. Had to go the doctor with my sister Jasmine and we both had to have operations so we could not make kittens. Mom was frantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Jasmine, I am a Tortie. I love my family, but that dumb dog Jale can go. I beat him all the time. He makes me mad because he barks at me to start fights. I am 2 years old in June 2007. I am the middle baby. Until that day I had to go to the doctor because of that stupid he/she Bella, I was the apple of my moms eyes. Now I share her with Bella and Jake. I like Lexie and Pooh Bear, they don't need all my moms attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Lexie. I am 11 years old and was the first cat of all these guys. My other sister Sabrina died when I was 2 years old, she was 16 years old. I had a ferret when I was a young kitten also, but he died. I didn't care, because I think he tried to kill me one day. I am a prowler. I am not suppose to go outside, but once and a while I sneak out and do not come back until the next day. I bring my mom home surprises and she gets sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be giving you daily updates, because mom and dad say we have the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/claim/uzrb7yxh3" rel="me"&gt;Technorati Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324651324941717572-1047612471187422706?l=dogandcattales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/feeds/1047612471187422706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324651324941717572&amp;postID=1047612471187422706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/1047612471187422706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324651324941717572/posts/default/1047612471187422706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogandcattales.blogspot.com/2007/07/jake-pooh-bear-lexie-bella-and-jasmine.html' title='Jake, Pooh Bear, Lexie, Bella and Jasmine'/><author><name>Blondie Writes - Pamela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13484659725498116090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TP66XhWsz0E/SBDjQKPTKvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oc3Vru95Xao/S220/resizedog+cat+sil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
